Darkness settled heavily after Carden's demise, a grim tableau of unleashed power and extinguished life hung precariously in stale air.

Anabelle stood rigidly amidst flickering shadows in a palace hallway with an expression that masked cold detachment utterly.

Warmth usually radiating from her gentle kindness defined her entirely but now had vanished, replaced by unnerving stillness somehow.

Her eyes now gleamed with an unsettling ancient light reflecting power that utterly eclipsed anything ...